I'm not a drama god

At this moment, he seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly:

"You are not Chen Ling!! You are... Chao Zai??"

"Chen Ling failed?"

"No, that's not right... How could Mo Zai have the ability to think about disasters?"

Si Zai looked at the black-robed Xiying who was laughing wildly with a confused face, as if he couldn't understand it all... But soon, he stopped worrying about where the black-robed Xiying's ability came from. The confusion in his eyes gradually turned into excitement and ecstasy, and he actually laughed wildly along with the black-robed Xiying!

Correct!

That's right!!

Compared to Chen Ling who hangs out with humans all day, the Chaos Disaster who is now frantically attacking and retaliating against the human realm is worthy of being called “Chaos Disaster”! He is worthy of being the King of Disasters!!

Although I don't know how it did it, but it has its own power and will become stronger than before! With the help of such a disaster, it will be easy for them to take over the human realm! !

The next moment, a Nine Lords aura burst out from the pavilion in the middle of the lake! !

"Think of disaster!!!"

A green figure broke out directly from the bottom of the lake, and Chu Changqing rose straight into the sky. His emerald green eyes were filled with demigod-level pressure, sweeping across the void!

Chu Changqing did not have a thought storm and could not see the three figures in the storm, but he could vaguely distinguish that this was the ability of thought disaster... But when he sniffed the smell carefully, his brows furrowed again.

"No, this is not the breath of Si Zai..."

"This is……"

"Mocking disaster?"

Chu Changqing's gaze was fixed in the direction of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss.

The shadow in black robe stood above the storm of thoughts, his black eyes coldly staring at Chu Changqing. He had great resentment towards Chu Changqing, but due to the existence of the oath Gu, he could not enter the South Sea Realm, and he could not kill a Nine Lords with just the storm of thoughts...

Finally, he slowly raised his thumb and made a throat-cutting gesture to Chu Changqing in the air, with a hideous and extremely cold smile.

He killed thousands of people through his thoughts, which was revenge against them and also revenge against Chu Changqing!

Since you expelled me from the South China Sea, you must pay the price...

One day, I will kill you with my own hands.

The black-robed actor waved his hand lightly, and the storm of thoughts that shrouded the South China Sea slowly dissipated, leaving behind only an extremely angry Chu Changqing and the bloody scene of thousands of people who had died suddenly.

……

The realm of hanging jade.

Jian Changsheng smacked his lips in his sleep, scratched his butt and turned over in bed.

Snapped--! !

The next second, he felt a pain on his cheek and sat up from the bed!

The room was still pitch black, with heavy curtains blocking out all the light from outside. Except for Jian Changsheng himself, Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua were lying on their respective beds, soundly sleeping.

"Who?!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened. "Damn you, you Cube! Did you sneak attack me while I was asleep?!"

The strange thing is that even though Jian Changsheng was cursing like that, Sun Busian was still sleeping soundly, with no sign of being woken up at all...

The more this happened, the more Jian Changsheng felt that it was this grandson who was slapping him. He was so angry that he was about to get out of bed and give Sun Bumian a big fight, but the next second he was stunned where he was.

In the dim room, a figure in black robes appeared in front of him like a ghost.

“…Red Heart??”

Seeing that face, Jian Changsheng was stunned.

Then his eyes lit up with excitement, "Red Heart, you came to see us??"

The black-robed actor sneered and kicked Jian Changsheng directly in the chest!

boom--! ! !

Jian Changsheng, who was sleeping on the bed like a dead pig, suddenly turned over, rolled down from the window with a plop, and fell heavily to the ground!

Jian Changsheng finally woke up from his dream!!

Before he could react, two more dull sounds were heard. Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua also rolled off the bed suddenly from their sleep, and a burst of surprised "ouch" sounds were heard from the side.

As Jiang Xiaohua fumbled to turn on the light, three confused figures looked at each other in the room...

"…What's going on?" Sun Bumian was puzzled.

"I dreamed about red hearts." Jiang Xiaohua said seriously, "He kicked my bed down."

"Damn it, me too. That guy seemed to have woken me up with a slap, and then punched me in the chest before I could react!" Sun Bumian spoke up next.

He seemed to realize something and turned to look at Jian Changsheng:

"What about you?"

"...Just like you, he kicked me off the bed." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

"That's not right... How come the three of us dreamed of the red heart at the same time?" Sun Bumian frowned tightly, "Also, his image seems to be different from before..."

"Why did Hongxin hit me?" Jiang Xiaohua felt a little aggrieved.

"wrong!"

A hint of vigilance flashed across Jian Changsheng's eyes, "That's not Red Heart...something must have happened to him."

Sun Bumian, Jiang Xiaohua, and Jian Changsheng looked at each other and started to put on their clothes without hesitation.

"Without further ado."

"Let's go to the Devil's Abyss now!!"

……

Ancient play collection.

Snapped--!

Ning Ruyu's hand shook slightly, and the white porcelain teacup fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

Ning Ruyu, who was sitting on a wooden chair and enjoying the breeze, lost her gaze for a moment, then immediately returned to normal, her brows furrowed tightly!!

Without even looking at the broken teacup on the ground, he stood up and turned into a very fast white lightning, rushing towards the depths of the Xidao Ancient Tibetan Relics!

In addition to him, there were several figures approaching here at the same time.

"Big Brother, did you have the dream too?" Luan Mei narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Ah."

Ning Ruyu's tone was extremely low, "...something happened to my junior brother."

"What should we do? He should be in the Ghostly Abyss now, right?" The voice of the End Horn sounded from the side, "Can we rush over now? Is it too late?"

Ning Ruyu was about to say something, but thinking of the Red King's instructions, she finally shook her head:

"Don't worry... I'll go report to the master and see what he says."

Although Luan Mei and others were extremely worried, they still nodded and waited quietly.

Ning Ruyu's figure disappeared out of thin air.

The next second, he appeared in the deepest part of the Xidao Ancient Treasures, outside the door of a building that looked like a ancestral hall.

"Master! I just dreamed about my junior brother. He seemed..." Ning Ruyu stepped into the door and spoke nervously, but before he could finish his words, he froze in place.

I saw a beautiful young man in a theatrical robe sitting casually on a wooden chair in the ancestral hall, with one hand supporting his chin and the other hand gently pinching something... A small invisible storm was imprisoned at his fingertips, and no matter which direction it went, it seemed unable to break free.

"You actually crawled into my thoughts..." The Red King sneered.

"A guy who won by cheating dares to be so arrogant."

"Really..."

"act recklessly."